Spring
Flowers brush through my fingertips.
Curse the frosty breeze that lay on my lips.
Sound of animal’s sweet delight
won’t leave me at peace when I sleep at night.
Blossom that fall catch the sunlight:
why is it so painfully bright?
Satisfaction is a miracle.
Summer
Summer brings feelings of nostalgia
uncomfortably hotter by the hour.
Love has never been so prominent
then feelings of heartbreak are dominant.
Fearsome sounds of the waves crashing
signs that the weather is never lasting.
Satisfaction is a miracle.
Autumn
Red, crisp leaves crunch under my feet.
Dim clouds disguise the sun and the heat.
Big, bright, beautiful fireworks
my childhood excitement no longer lurks.
Outstanding flavours and colours
the atmosphere has grown duller.
Satisfaction is a miracle
Winter
Fragile snowflakes fall on my skin.
Darkness creeps up on me from within.
Warm contrasts delightfully with cold
this winter will be long, as I was told.
Christmas lights brighten the dark
the light is fictitious and not at heart.
Satisfaction is truly a miracle.
